Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

its performative

isaac newton

i love it here

i understand

god being the centre magnet

magnetisation/form

not their contents

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

you cannot feed someone truth

magnetises a pin

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

It Will Get Lighter

send link

was it worth it

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

I Write Goodbye Letter

isaac

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it